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summer solstice #2 – Rough Ideas

you can draw whatever you want. you can draw however you want. it doesn’t have to make sense. it doesn’t even have to be good. it just has to be you.  – Jean-Michel Basquiat

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#9 summer summit 2018 – Rough Ideas

You see, the artist lives by perception. So that what we make, is what we feel. The making of something is not just construction. It’s all about feeling.
– Agnes Martin

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Want to Be Happy? Think Like An Old Person – The New York Times

For now, he said, “I’m thinking about resistance. What does it mean, resistance? What kind of resistance do we need today? Technology is now being used, much of it, for negative purposes. So to resist all what is happening negatively in humanity or technology is to develop the — O.K., this banal word, spiritual aspect.”

He remained sanguine, despite some reservations about current world leaders. Totalitarianism, in his experience, did not endure, whereas art, nature and the teachings of the saints all were as powerful as ever — they were what composed his life. He did not use the word optimistic, but he felt that solutions were more durable than problems.

“To go back and introduce into all the schools art, to cut down on sports but bring arts, philosophy back into all educational systems,” he said. “And that’s what’s being cut everywhere. And I think that’s one of the sad and tragic parts of where we are. Education is the resistance to everything that is bad today.”  – Jonas Mekas  Think Like An Old Person – The New York Times

Alan Watts on the meaning of life

“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”

– Alan Watts

Theodore Roethke …A cold paralyzing horror: | Mythology of Blue

. . . A cold paralyzing horror: a glimpse into the subhuman…the sickness of life beginning again: the exhausting awareness of every ache. What the hand does in reaching, a misery of awareness; loss of memory in small things; hatred of necessary routines; hatred but not fear of dark; watching the skin, the fingers; overeating; a full preoccupation with unnecessary tasks; weakness in the morning; fear of headlights; distrust of children; a tide of loss.

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sylvides — “Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any…

Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection. Keep your solitude. The day, if it ever comes, when you are given true affection, there will be no opposition between interior solitude and friendship, quite the reverse. It is even by this infallible sigh that you will recognize it.

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sylvides — Artists are people driven by the tension between…

Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.

— D. W. Winnicott

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sylvides — For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a…

For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.

Poetry is Not a Luxury, Audre Lorde

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Haruki Murakami : : My very existence, my life in the world, seemed . . . | eclektic

“My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.”

Haruki Murakami, Sleep

 

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TOM CLARK: Wrapped in cellophane and isolated from everything great

 

Winchester Bay, Oregon: photo by Austin Granger, 24  October 2013

TOM CLARK: Wrapped in cellophane and isolated from everything great.